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Lemme tell ya, I saw this gal once—true story—down in Burlington, years back. Raggedy coat, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like some noir film reject. Made me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta sell herself while billionaires hoard cash? “We only have so much time,” Jesse says in the movie, right? She’s got no time—just scrapin’ by. Pissed me off, man, ‘cause the system’s rigged! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ on yachts while she’s dodgin’ cops.

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Hill, from St Austell, appeared at Truro Crown Court for sentence having pleaded guilty to multiple breaches of a sexual harm prevention order between and Prosecuting the case, .

Man, the town center is a maze of character; tiny streets like Fore Street and Peverell Road twist and turn like the plot of "Caché," and I swear, every corner’s got a secret ass story. I walk past the old stone buildings near St. Austell Mere – yeah, that ancient, moss-covered monument – and I get chills, like “Motherf***er, history’s alive!” The vibe? It’s mysterious as hell, just like those flicker's phrases in the movie: "C'est incroyable..." damn near poetic.

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